For today’s Wednesday Writing Prompt, I chose the theme – Mystery. I’ve been feeling in a pretty mysterious mood lately, trying to plot out some short stories and I thought it would be fun to make this theme a continuation of the Writing Prompt from August 6 – Adventure. I tried to write a companion free write to that prompt and may just make it a continuing thing.
You know the drill, please feel free to add your own free write about today’s theme down in the comments section.
Letter from H. R. to E.P. – 3.12.2009
(page partially torn) …and I don’t think I’m going to make it any further. It’ll already be a long trip, and I anticipate already having been on the road for at least ten days by the time I reach that point. Hopefully that’ll be enough.
Have you received the other half of the m. yet? My half has been so enlightening. And yes, I’m being vague on purpose. I still don’t trust your guy D, and in the off yet totally possible chance that he’s been playing you this whole time, I don’t want there to be too much in this letter for outside eyes. Where did you find him anyway? It doesn’t matter.
I’m still on the run. I plan on leaving for J. tomorrow, if I can get some sleep tonight. Every time I turn around I see them. Well, not really but that’s what it feels like. They almost shot me two weeks ago in that village just at the foot of that mountain we first saw pictures of in Utah. If you don’t know what village I’m talking about then never mind, I’m not going to spell it out. I’m still fairly close by and can’t risk that getting out.
Have you had time to actually think about what we’re doing yet? I have. Nights are pretty lonely when you can’t trust anyone, I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. I killed a man E.P. He wasn’t a good man, but he’s still dead. And for what? I mean, yes, I know for what; I’m just being introspective. For god damn riches that’s what. And for history. And that’s why you can’t regret this. I don’t.
So I’m going to stop writing now. I need to find a safe place to hole up and where I am right now (the beer taste like piss) isn’t someplace I want to spend the night. Just like we swore, I’ve told no one about any of this. I have to assume you haven’t either. Just D I guess, and that can’t be helped. I’ll see you soon E.P. Or I’ll die tr… (page torn)